by KD Robichaux
Suddenly, I feel something wider than his fingers at my back entrance, but I force myself to stay languid, this puddle of bone and flesh atop his worktable. And then his commanding but gentle tone fills my ears. “Push out with your inner muscles, goddess.”
I don’t question it. I just do as he says. And the next thing I know, I’m easily filled with a cold and tough object that burns as it stretches me, the toy growing wider the farther it enters, but it doesn’t hurt. When he slides it all the way in place, my ring of muscle clamps as the toy narrows once again, and I have the sense of being full. Just full. Not in pain. Not grinning and bearing it, praying for it to be over. Just… full.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, running his fingertips up and down my back, and my body arches like a cat of its own accord.
I’m still facing the wall of toys, staying this way and not turning my head to peek at the things he chose out of the cabinet. Everything has been a pleasant surprise so far, and I kind of like not knowing what’s to come. It’s exciting and arousing, and if I didn’t hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt then his zipper coming down, I would get choked up in this moment, knowing I’ll get to spend a lifetime submitting to his dominance. But right now, all I can think about is the image of his massive erection springing free as he undresses behind me. Of what it might feel like if he tries to put anything else inside my body when I already feel so fucking full. Surely there’s no more room inside me for anything else.
And then I jump at the sound of a vibrator coming to life, my ass clenching around the butt plug that’s not going anywhere thanks to the shape of it holding it secure within me. I let out a nervous giggle at my jumpiness and settle back against the table.
Neil’s hand takes hold of my right arm from his position behind me, pulling it down from its grip on the other edge of the padding until he places the bullet in my hand.
“You know how to use this, goddess. Now place it on your clit while I take care of the rest,” he orders, and I maneuver my arms beneath my body, using my left hand to pull back my hood, and I groan at the first touch of the vibrations against my clit. The combination of it along with the plug feels heavenly.
But then I feel the wide, smooth crown of his bare cock at the entrance of my pussy, and I start to breathe heavily in preparation of its intrusion. My glutes flex, causing a shiver of desire to work its way through my entire being, flooding my core with even more wetness. With one long, slow push of his hips, he slides into place inside me, the tip of his cock nestling up against my cervix.
I was wrong. So very wrong. I wasn’t nearly full before. Not even close.
Now. Now I’m so full I don’t think even a breath of air would fit without making me burst.
And then he starts to move, and stars burst before my eyes. I’ve never felt anything so exquisite in my life, and I forget to breathe. It’s not until I become lightheaded that I remember to take in air, and when I do, I feel the muscles of my pussy flutter around his pistoning girth. When I pull the vibrator away, the sensations too overwhelming and needing to calm the one thing I’m controlling myself, I yelp when his giant hand comes down hard on my right cheek, which is still tingling sensitively from all the paddling it withstood, and I clamp around him.
“Ah-ah, little sub. I didn’t say you could stop,” he growls behind me, and I put the vibrator back where he wants it, my eyes closing as I try to focus my consciousness somewhere else. Like how every time he thrusts forward and into me, the front of his pelvis connects with my sore ass cheeks, sending a shock of pained pleasure throughout my whole body.
His hands tighten around my hips, his fingers digging into me as he picks up his pace. Without warning, without a slow buildup, I come in a sudden rush as my vibrator hits my clit in just the right way at the same moment his cock angles to rub against my G-spot, my legs trembling as I cry out when the pleasure overtakes me. Before I know what he’s doing, my Viking grips the flat handle of the butt plug and pulls it out, the feel of the fat end of the torpedo-shape stretching me before narrowing to the end making me gasp. And then I get that lightheaded sensation again, but I’m breathing. I’m panting for air, but my body starts to feel like it’s floating, and I realize I must be at the beginnings of entering subspace.
“Fuck yeah, goddess. That’s it. Milk my cock,” I hear Neil rumble behind me, and his filthy words make me shudder. He doesn’t stop thrusting, but my orgasm calms, and I melt farther into the table as I give in to everything he wants to dole out. He could whip me with an extension cord right now, and I’d beg him for it.
I feel the cold sensation of the lube at my back hole again, but I’m too far gone to care. Something inside me knows what comes next. After all, I asked him to replace everything, the very last thing between us that he needed to erase from my past. And then he slows his pace inside my pussy before pulling out, and he lodges the head of his cock against my anus.
Another smack on my ass, this time to the left cheek, and I don’t even react. “Vibrator. Trust me, goddess. You’ll want the distraction,” he growls.
I get my wits about me just enough to make my hand work. I hadn’t even noticed the buzz had stopped against my clit.
And then he starts his forward plunge, slow as he works past the ring of muscle that’s giving a bit of resistance, because he’s much bigger than the plug that was there before. I whimper when it gives way and he sinks all the way in, and then my whole body shudders, the skin of my face tightening on my cheekbones and jawline as my flesh erupts in goose bumps when he begins to move.
In and out, in and out. Slowly at first as I moan at how overwhelmingly good it feels having him there in my most forbidden place. That building sensation starts in my core, the muscles of my pussy gripping even though there’s nothing inside me there, but the vibrator on my clit heightens everything. The roller coaster of pleasure starts up the hill as he picks up his pace, and I hear his murmured curses of need behind me, his growls of desire as he keeps a tight hold on the rein around his control. And I know he’s got me. I know there’s no way he’ll let himself snap when this is such an important moment of healing for me.
He reaches a punishing momentum, his hips slamming into my ass once more, and it feels so agonizingly wonderful that I begin to thrust back against him every time he plunges forward, and his grip on my hips tightens to a painful degree. But it just adds to the pleasure building up and up, into the clouds, above them even, where I float, awaiting its reach. His right hand lets go of my hip and lands on my shoulder, and I glance over his white-knuckled grip there to see the muscles of his arm rippling, his bicep bulging…
And I lose it. My roller coaster car barrels over the top of the hill and my entire body seizes. My ass clamps around his huge cock inside it like a fist, and I scream in ecstasy, dropping the vibrator as I unconsciously reach above me to grip onto the opposite edge. My arms flex, trying to pull me away from the feel of him pounding inside me, but I’m no match for the Viking behind me, pillaging and plundering my body with his enormous, rock-hard shaft. And I swear… I swear I feel him grow even larger, just before he shouts and buries himself to the hilt, his grip on my shoulder and hip holding me immobile as he empties himself inside me.
His forehead barely rests on my spine before he slowly, inch by inch, pulls from my deliciously used body. And then I’m flying… no, swimming… no, I don’t know how, but I’m moving. Ah, being carried. That’s it. My Viking carries me over to the opposite wall on the other side of the room from the toys and spins to sit down in… oh, this is nice. This will do. This will definitely do.
He cradles me in his arms tight against his chest as he sinks us deep into an overstuffed black leather chair, and then he whispers sweet nothings. Petting me all over like he had in the hot tub that day. I don’t hear what he’s actually saying at first. I’m flying high in subspace. The entire club could get sucked up into a tornado, and I’d blissfully get swept along with it, floating amongst its swirling destruction. Zero
. Fucks. Given.
I pick up bits and pieces of his words, letting the tone of his voice fill me with all the love and peace it always does.
“…you’ll only ever think of me there now…”
“…never felt more connected to another human being in my life…”
“…my soul mate… my everything…”
“…forever… you are my life…”
“…put on this earth to be with you…”
“…all of it… every single moment… led me to you.”
And then… my soul comes back into my body like a defibrillator to my heart, when he says, “I love you more than I ever knew one could love another person. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you, goddess. I never want there to be a day when I don’t get to wake up next to you, to fall asleep beside you. I want you to be my wife. I want you to bear my children. I want to grow old with you, even if I’ll get there a little faster than you, beautiful Astrid.” He chuckles lightly, but I don’t laugh. I don’t even breathe as this man, the man of my dreams, my savior, my warrior, my soul mate, pours his heart out to me.
My arms come up to lock around his neck, and my weak arms tug just enough to let him know I want to be pulled closer to him as his arms lift me so my face can bury in the crook of his neck. I breathe him in as my nose prickles, and then my tears sweep in like a tidal wave of emotion.
“I love you too, Neil. More than anything. I want all of that too. I thought I was scared of what my future might hold, but what you just said, what you just confessed without an ounce of reluctance, without a moment of resistance, it’s exactly how I feel too, my Viking. Every single bit of it,” I say against him, my mouth muffled against his delicious-smelling flesh, but I know he hears me. I know he understands everything I said, because his long fingers bury themselves in my hair and he uses it to tug my head back enough to slam his mouth on mine.
I taste my tears as his tongue sweeps into my mouth to stroke against mine, and something inside me tells me that they’ll only be happy tears from here on out.
Epilogue
Scout
I lie in the grass on my back, looking up at the bright sky as the puffy clouds float from one side of the fence across the yard to the other. I hear the laughter of my humans, Mom and Dad curled together in the hot tub. I hear giggles and brace myself, knowing what’s coming.
“‘Cout-dooog!” Jossy squeals before belly-flopping onto mine, and I let out an “oof.” My sweet girl is getting bigger, heavier each time she lands across my ribcage, and then her little hands swipe through the fur on my sides.
My hind leg kicks involuntarily when she scratches just the right spot, and she giggles, scratching it harder to make my leg bicycle rapidly in the air.
I live for her laughter. I live for my other humans’ happiness, because my dad lived without it for so long. Yet when my mom showed up, her sadness was even greater, but then Dad’s started to lessen, so I knew it was my job to love and protect the woman who suddenly made Dad feel better. Because something told me that if Dad and I teamed up to make Mom’s happiness grow, then we’d all be living the good life.
I don’t know how much longer I’ve got on earth, but at least I know when my time comes to cross over that rainbow bridge, I’ll be leaving all the humans I love in a much better place than when my dad first brought me home. And I’m just glad I lived to see the day when Dad found his happily ever after.
Even if that ever after includes a little girl who paints me with our momma’s makeup.
The End
Dearest Reader,
Thank you for taking a chance on Doc! I’d love to have you in my reader group, KD-Rob’s Mob. To sign up for my newsletter, please click *here*. I promise not to spam you. No, like… really. I have severe ADD and forget I have the damn thing most of the time, so if I email you, it’s important! Lol! Also, if you have a moment, please leave a review for Doc. Even if it’s just one sentence on Amazon, it helps an author’s work be seen by other readers. Goodreads and Bookbub are helpful too!
Love,
KD
A Note From the Author & Acknowledgments
For three and a half years, my readers have begged me for Doc’s story, ever since they met him in Truth Revealed. Corbin, Seth, and Brian might’ve gotten their stories first, but it was actually Doc’s voice I heard in my head before all others, and it was him who told me their tales.
Dr. Neil Walker is based on my own amazing therapist, but instead of a big, delicious, hulking Viking of a man… she is an incredible, patient, astoundingly wise Jamaican woman named Dr. Walker with braids that meet the floor that she keeps raveled atop her beautiful head. I’ll never be able to thank her enough for all she did for me.
Keeping with the theme, I decided his first name, Neil, would come from my other favorite Jamaican, Neil Reynolds, Aurora Rose Reynolds’s hubby. He loves and treats his wife and son the way a true Alpha should, and I wanted my very favorite voice in my head to embody that.
While I cherished every single message, comment, and email begging for Doc, I also got terrible stage fright, thinking there would be no way to live up to everyone’s expectations, everyone’s huge hopes for our head honcho. And with that stage fright came writer’s block. I’m one of those authors who can actually hear their characters’ voices, and I couldn’t even hear Doc whispering. It’s like he was hiding, shoving other people ahead of him in line to get their story first. So it was badass Corbin. Then it was sweet and funny Seth. And then it was the terrifying yet gentle giant Brian. AND THEN… still not Doc. Fun fact! I wrote a Club Alias spin-off novel, A Lesson in Blackmail, coming October 2020, before I wrote Doc. Nathaniel and Evie had sessions with Doc, and by the time I finished their story, it’s like the floodgates opened, and Doc wasn’t just whispering his story in my ear; he was screaming it through a freaking bullhorn. Over 150,000 words in sixteen days. Two novels, back-to-back without stopping.
So thank you, Nathaniel Black IV—eighteen-year-old senior, Dom in training, in love with your high school’s librarian who you find out is a submissive at Club Alias and blackmail her into helping you figure out what these… urges are inside you. You helped me unlock all the secrets of Doc’s past, and you yourself will forever be a special voice inside my mind.
Thank you to my CC for being the face of my Astrid. I couldn’t figure out a way to bring “Sierra” back from Hawaii, but hey, I made you a cover model. I love you, sisterwife! #DrSirDaddy
Thank you to my Nola Bitches for rooting me on the entire time I was in my cave and for reading what I’d word-vomitted at the end of every night! Especially Rachel, my PA Extraordinaire. You made my life when you said I gave you a book hangover.
Author Goal: Accomplished.
Thank you Crystal Grizzard for being my amazing Alpha Reader. I named the bitchiest skank prostitute after the sweetest woman on the planet. You’re welcome lol!
Thank you Stacia and Vanessa for your incredibly helpful work in the developmental stage of editing. You made sure my word vomit actually made any sense, and I’m so grateful to you! Your comments and notes gave me life.
Thank you to my Barb and Becky-boo. My Hot Tree dream team. There are no editors on this planet I trust more than y’all, and I’m so thankful you never hesitate to help perfect my stories. Love you two so much!
Thank you, Golden Czermak aka FuriousFotog, for capturing the photo that finally screamed “I’M DOC, BITCH!” and thank you, Kim Tatum, for that message three years ago suggesting Steffen Hughes. I’d always pictured him as the country hero, but that gallery of him in his work clothes… Lawd Jesus. He was the embodiment of the image I had of Doc inside my head to a freaking T, as if my subconscious had been picturing him the entire time and I just hadn’t realized it. So, thanks for your face, Steffen! LOL!
Cassy Roop—my love for you knows no bounds. Thank you for everything you do for me. Thank you for being a mind reader. Thank you for being fucking brilliant. And thank you for tolerating th
is hot mess. Never leave me.
Thank you to my Top Contributors in my reader group, KD-Rob’s Mob. I made you “exotic dancers.” Your parents will be proud. ;)
Thank you to all the readers, bloggers, authors, friends, and family who shared Doc’s cover and release!
Finally, thank you to my husband, Jason. There is no way I could do this without you—life, write, none of it. You built me an entire Beauty and the Beast library, and then you said for me to lock myself in and work. You kept me fed, our kids alive, and somehow ended each night still wanting to love on me instead of kill me for abandoning you for my imaginary friends. I love you more than Milky Way Midnights.
One last thing I can’t forget…
RIP sweet Scout Dog. I made you Doc’s furbaby years ago, and we lost you before you had your big moment in the spotlight. I managed to make it through the entire book without crying, but the moment my fingers typed “Epilogue, Scout” I completely lost it and wrote the last chapter blind from tears. But I know you’re herding us and keeping us safe from across the rainbow bridge. Love you, boy.
Also by KD Robichaux
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